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By Tonya Ogbin Submitted by Tonya U Ogbin Date: 2010 Jan 09 Comment on this Work [[2010.01.09.20.39.22309]] |
| This is my day... I have been writing all sorts of things... What do you think of this I will never give this to the person I wrote this to and this is why. (Stupidity) I wish I could say this to A Young Boy who calls himself a MAN who did not take the time and did not posses the patience but I know HE cannot comprehend... His infidelity is his fated curse. It has possessed him and now he is branded with its shadow leaving behind the desolation of a war on the path of a liars damnation. His ignorance consumes him bestowing the smell of death as his stagnant cologne afflicts all that crosses his clouded plague desecrated with betrayal and encrypted deceit. He will die of this thereof there will be not a single soul to shed a tear for his anguish and foolish torment created by his selfish greed. He lived a life of hoarded perversion now see it in the eyes of the face looking through him in this very moment they see his absorbed foolishness and in love will sacrifice the evil and set the demon free redefining the term sacrificial flame. In this very day he will know his own scent. (The scent of his death.) |